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[O that I could]

Ye are come...to the blood of sprinkling. —xii. 22–24.

O that I could
Approach the blood
Which quench'd His indignation,
Satisfied a righteous God,
And purchased my salvation.
Sprinkled on me
Now let it be,
The blood that cries in heaven,
Loud as when it stain'd the tree,
And spake a world forgiven.
Faith is the grace
Which gives access,
And through that open fountain,
Brings me to my Father's face
On the celestial mountain.
Faith lends an ear,
The blood to hear,
For sinners interceding;
Banishes my guilty fear,
And gives me back my Eden.
In pity give
Me to believe,
Jesus, my faith's Beginner;
For Thy own dear sake receive
A poor, despairing sinner.
O might the blood,
Which speaks to God
With ceaseless intercession,
Now remove my sinful load,
And blot out my transgression.
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Now, Lord, reveal
Thy love, the seal
Of all my sins forgiven,
Then receive me up to dwell,
And share Thy throne in heaven.
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